Our Life
- Year:
- 2010
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Hey, Coppertone,
come here a minute.
What?
How does this wall look to you?
- A bit crooked.
- A bit?
- The Romanians did it.
- Give me a break!
- Hey, Ezio!
- What...
Where are the hard hats?
Will you be much longer here? I
need you to go to the other site.
Wear those f***ing hard hats.
Why the f*** did I buy them?
How many bloody times have
I said to board this up?
Its dangerous!
Well? How long to finish here?
- A week.
- Are you kidding?
I could get penalised.
Six days? Five? Two hours?
How long should it take?
- See you!
- Have a good weekend.
OUR LIFE:
Fragile soul,
who listened to me so quietly,
without laughing.
And now,
who knows where you are?
Did you find love?
Or like me
are you only looking for affairs
because you dont
want to cry any more?
And life goes on...
And life goes on even without us.
Now were so far away
from all those small
emotions that united us,
from all those small emotions...
For Christian, the Minnen
and Vika Kaj cost 10 euros...
Whats that name again?
- Then...
- Just the last one...
Vika Kaj.
- Then the chest of drawers...
- Vikaka!
Id buy that instead of
the Alba 139, so all in all
we shouldnt go over
- Feel here...
- What is it?
No, lower.
- Its swollen.
- While youre eating!
- There must be an aphrodisiac in it.
- Let me try it.
Wait...
- Want me to talk dirty?
- Yes.
- Malm, Pax...
- What?
- Komplement...
- Whats that?
- Ikea furniture. I memorised it.
- You idiot.
What the...
Get back to your room!
What are you doing here?
Help!
Unbelievable.
- Calm down.
- You have your own room!
- Dont shout.
- Can I sleep in my cape?
- Ill help you.
- No way...
- Let me try.
- Behave yourself.
Im not handicapped.
Ill just strip.
- Strip!
- Give me the ladder.
- Youre kidding, right?
- One...
- Where are you going?
- Two...
Three.
- Is that the door?
- Its Ari with the kids.
Not now!
Wait, the rooms not finished.
Its still blue and white. My
kid could become a Lazio fan.
Every Sundays the same.
She wants to go to Mass.
I pray for your sins.
- Take them to Mass.
- Sure... Want to go to Mass?
- Yes!
- See? Itll be good for them.
Amen.
Good, you know what to
do. You stand, sit...
I see youre ready to go.
I sent them away.
Are you counting the revs?
- Porcari was looking for you.
- I just saw him.
He says to close the elevator
shaft because it looks like a dump.
But were busy upstairs.
Hold on, Ill call him.
- I was late. But what are you doing?
- What should we do?
Theres his phone! No
wonder theres no answer.
Shoes...
- Who was he? Did you know him?
- No. He was...
I think he was a nightwatchman.
What can I do?
If I call the police theyll close
the site and send us all home.
Come on...
What can I do?
Dad, can I have some chips?
- Why ask me? Mums closer.
- She always says no.
I see!
Mum, can I have chips?
No. I dont want you to eat junk.
See?
Mums always right, Samuel.
A friend of mine has a real
mini bike. Why cant I have one?
- Because we dont steal.
- Why not?
Are you done with silly questions?
Can we get ice-cream?
Good idea. Im getting hungry.
I have to get... I
have to find an ATM.
Dads going to rob a
bank. Ill be right back.
Lets take him out
of there. Hold this.
Now what do I do?
A race to there!
Dads going to beat you. Run, run!
- Hows my little man?
- Say hello to Uncle.
Go, Roma! Hello, Zorro.
- Im Batman.
- Batman! Sorry.
- How are you?
- Good.
- Still in your pyjamas?
- Its a tracksuit.
Hello. How are you?
Wipe your feet before going inside.
- How are you?
- Good.
- Still in your pyjamas.
- Its a tracksuit!
I brought your shirts. Washed
and ironed, and the jeans too.
- Great.
- Here, take this.
Its all here.
Put your dirty laundry in
here, then Ill take it with me.
Hope you didnt iron the jeans?
No way! What do you
think? Im not Mum.
- Hi, how are you?
- Fine, and you?
Loredana, I caught
some fish for the kids.
- Just off the beach here?
- Yes.
I see. Thats good.
But I bought some nice fish.
- But...
- Throw it out, please.
Go and get changed. Throw
it outside, it stinks.
I caught it this morning...
- Shall I serve the kids first?
- No fried food.
- Why not?
- They had a lot to eat.
- Go on, its Sunday.
- No, no fried food.
- You want it?
- No fried food.
Why not? Dad ate it all his
life and it never hurt him.
Until he died of a heart attack.
What does that have
to do with fried food?
- A bit more?
- Why not?
Want this?
And this?
You want it now? Good for you!
- You too? Good boys!
- Dont let Mum see you.
- Its always good to be here.
- Its great.
Remember when Mum
and Dad were here?
- Its true. We had all those meals...
- Its a lovely place.
But next summer Id like to
take the kids to Sardinia.
Yeah!
Hear that? The lady
wants to go to Sardinia.
My lady and I can afford to
indulge occasionally, thank God.
Youre so thin-skinned.
Unlike you. Hows your salary?
What are you talking about?
Ive been on the
dole for three months.
- And not a word from the union.
- That figures.
- When youre
self-employed... - Shes right.
- Like a caretaker...
- Yes, shes right.
Lets hope they go
back to work soon.
What?
- What are you talking about?
- Claudio.
Dont say anything about Claudio.
I know him well, hes my brother.
I remember when you two met
he came home drenched,
threw himself on the bed...
- He woke you up.
- Yes, he did.
You know what he said?
I found her. Shes unforgettable.
Why are you laughing?
Youre so cute!
- Such a softie.
- Well, I was moved.
Good for you.
Christian!
You didnt eat anything
today. Got a tummy ache?
No, I wasnt hungry.
- Really?
- Yes.
- My lovely chunky baby.
- Youre hurting me.
You women are born to have kids.
Lets face it, working is a waste.
- Big bellies...
- Go!
Know what I was thinking?
We have to find
your brother a woman.
Hes getting older.
- Wholl have him? Hes boring.
- No, hes cute.
And hes so good-looking.
Hes good-looking? What about me?
Youre not good-looking,
youre interesting.
- Interesting?
- Youre attractive.
Very attractive.
I was serious about Sardinia.
Can we go there next year?
Yes, lets go.
Remember how nice it was
the summer before Samuel?
- Just you and me...
- Thats why it was nice.
It was so windy...
Now our third ones on the way.
Wait...
- What is it?
- A sharp pain.
I had a sharp pain.
- Shall we go to the hospital?
- Yes, straight there.
Straight there?
- Really?
- Yes, hurry up.
- Okay, Ill hurry.
- Go. The babys coming.
Theres a d*ckhead ahead...
Squeeze my hand tight.
Tighter.
Mum... help...
- Is he out?
- Not yet. I wish!
Theyre giving me the anaesthetic.
So Im going to turn
off the phone. The kids?
Dont worry. I put them to bed.
- Did they eat?
- Yes, everythings fine.
- Whats the matter?
- That was strong...
- What is it?
- What do you think? Im in labour!
I know. Youre
making those noises...
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